It is Thursday morning, 7 a.m.. I used to be running late getting prepared for school, not to mention starting to work at the bakery on Saturday mornings at this time. But today, I roll to my other side once more – really, just one more minute! – before throwing my duna off, suddenly wide awake. Grab some clothes without really thinking about it and make my way to the shower.

After a well-measured 10-minutes I put my clothes on and here Ollie knocking on the bathroom door. Jane tells him to give me a minute. After that minute, Ollie actually does run in, hiding from Jane. I catch that she is a lion and he is her prey, a butterfly. He hides behind my legs and I try to protect him from this terrible way to die. In real, Jane is trying to dress him for school. So when I get to catch Ol and pull him on my knee, I strip off his green PJ’s with dogs and pull his stripey purple uniform T over his head. He doesn’t want to wear his wind-shed yet, but now worries. We always end up dressing him in episodes.

A kids show is on the tellie. One I hardly know, as I usually only get to sit down with ‘the babs’, Henry and Eloise. I make things ready for these two to wake up, so bottles, toast with ‘cado’ and a lunch box for our outing this morning. By the time I am finished the gardeners, who are building a beautiful garden designed by Jane’s brother Andy, have arrived and Toby, Jane and Ollie have made their way out to the backyard to have a look.

Before prime-time with the ‘scrimpies’ I quickly duck in too, with my own cuppa and a latte with sugar for gardening man James. It is a beautiful morning in June, clear and so cold we are breathing out little clouds of damp. Jane is talking things over with James and feeds the choocks with our left-overs, collected the day before. I am just standing there, leaning against the doorpilar, listening and dreaming about…

Toby and Ollie have gone back in and I here Jane talking about a cabby-house for the kids in between the tramp and the shed. I tell her I am not sure about that, as I think it will make the garden look less deep. We sigh a bit and enjoy the early morning peace. Then I poor out my last bit of thee, cold and bitter, and have a look in the laundry. Have to get out a full load of white this morning, but better wait for a calmer moment, as the twinnies are about to wake up.